Tale Xvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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RESENTMENTA
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Females there are of unsuspicious mindB
Easy and soft and credulous and kindB
Who when offended for the twentieth timeC
Will hear the offender and forgive the crimeC
And there are others whom like these to cheatD
Asks but the humblest efforts of deceitD
But they once injured feel a strong disdainE
And seldom pardoning never trust againF
Urged by religion they forgive but yetG
Guard the warm heart and never more forgetG
Those are like wax apply them to the fireH
Melting they take th' impressions you desireH
Easy to mould and fashion as you pleaseI
And again moulded with an equal easeI
Like smelted iron these the forms retainE
But once impress'd will never melt againF
A busy port a serious Merchant madeJ
His chosen place to recommence his tradeJ
And brought his Lady who their children deadK
Their native seat of recent sorrow fledK
The husband duly on the quay was seenL
The wife at home became at length sereneL
There in short time the social couple grewM
With all acquainted friendly with a fewM
When the good lady by disease assail'dN
In vain resisted hope and science fail'dN
Then spoke the female friends by pity ledK
'Poor merchant Paul what think ye will he wedK
A quiet easy kind religious manO
Thus can he rest I wonder if he can '-
He too as grief subsided in his mindB
Gave place to notions of congenial kindB
Grave was the man as we have told beforeP
His years were forty he might pass for moreP
Composed his features were his stature lowQ
His air important and his motion slowQ
His dress became him it was neat and plainE
The colour purple and without a stainE
His words were few and special was his careR
In simplest terms his purpose to declareR
A man more civil sober and discreetD
More grave and corteous you could seldom meetD
Though frugal he yet sumptuous was his boardS
As if to prove how much he could affordS
For though reserved himself he loved to seeT
His table plenteous and his neighbours freeT
Among these friends he sat in solemn styleU
And rarely soften'd to a sober smileU
For this observant friends their reason gaveV
'Concerns so vast would make the idlest graveV
And for such man to be of language freeT
Would seem incongruous as a singing treeT
Trees have their music but the birds they shieldW
The pleasing tribute for protection yieldW
Each ample tree the tuneful choir defendsX
As this rich merchant cheers his happy friends '-
In the same town it was his chance to meetD
A gentle Lady with a mind discreetD
Neither in life's decline nor bloom of youthY
One famed for maiden modesty and truthY
By nature cool in pious habits bredK
She look'd on lovers with a virgin's dreadK
Deceivers rakes and libertines were theyZ
And harmless beauty their pursuit and preyZ
As bad as giants in the ancient timesA2
Were modern lovers and the same their crimesA2
Soon as she heard of her all conquering charmsB2
At once she fled to her defensive armsB2
Conn'd o'er the tales her maiden aunt had toldC2
And statue like was motionless and coldC2
From prayer of love like that Pygmalion pray'dJ
Ere the hard stone became the yielding maidJ
A different change in this chaste nymph ensuedD2
And turn'd to stone the breathing flesh and bloodE2
Whatever youth described his wounded heartF2
'He came to rob her and she scorn'd his artF2
And who of raptures once presumed to speakG2
Told listening maids he thought them fond and weakG2
But should a worthy man his hopes displayZ
In few plain words and beg a yes or nayZ
He would deserve an answer just and plainE
Since adulation only moved disdainE
Sir if my friends object not come again '-
Hence our grave Lover though he liked theH2
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faceI2
Praised not a feature dwelt not on a graceI2
But in the simplest terms declared his stateJ2
'A widow'd man who wish'd a virtuous mateJ2
Who fear'd neglect and was compell'd to trustK2
Dependants wasteful idle or unjustK2
Or should they not the trusted stores destroyL2
At best they could not help him to enjoyL2
But with her person and her prudence bless'dM2
His acts would prosper and his soul have restM2
Would she be his ' 'Why that was much to sayZ
She would consider he awhile might stayZ
She liked his manners and believed his wordN2
He did not flatter flattery she abhorr'dS
It was her happy lot in peace to dwellO2
Would change make better what was now so wellO2
But she would ponder ' 'This ' he said 'wasZ
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kind '-
And begg'd to know 'when she had fix'd her mindB
Romantic maidens would have scorn'd the airR
And the cool prudence of a mind so fairR
But well it pleased this wiser maid to findB
Her own mild virtues in her lover's mindB
His worldly wealth she sought and quickly grewM
Pleased with her search and happy in the viewM
Of vessels freighted with abundant storesZ
Of rooms whose treasures press'd the groaningP2
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floorsZ
And he of clerks and servants could displayZ
A little army on a public dayZ
Was this a man like needy bard to speakG2
Of balmy lip bright eye or rosy cheekG2
The sum appointed for her widow'd stateJ2
Fix'd by her friend excited no debateJ2
Then the kind lady gave her hand and heartF2
And never finding never dealt with artF2
In his engagements she had no concernQ2
He taught her not nor had she wish to learnQ2
On him in all occasions she reliedR2
His word her surety and his worth her prideR2
When ship was launch'd and merchant Paul hadS2
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shareR
A bounteous feast became the lady's careR
Who then her entry to the dinner madeJ
In costly raiment and with kind paradeJ
Call'd by this duty on a certain dayZ
And robed to grace it in a rich arrayZ
Forth from her room with measured step she cameT2
Proud of th' event and stately look'd the dameT2
The husband met her at his study doorP
'This way my love one moment and no moreP
A trifling business you will understandU2
The law requires that you affix your handU2
But first attend and you shall learn the causeZ
Why forms like these have been prescribed by laws '-
Then from his chair a man in black aroseZ
And with much quickness hurried off his proseZ
That 'Ellen Paul the wife and so forth freedV2
From all control her own the act and deedV2
And forasmuch' said she 'I've no distrustK2
For he that asks it is discreet and justK2
Our friends are waiting where am I to signW2
There Now be ready when we meet to dine '-
This said she hurried off in great delightX2
The ship was launch'd and joyful was the nightX2
Now says the reader and in much disdainE
This serious Merchant was a rogue in grainE
A treacherous wretch an artful sober knaveV
And ten times worse for manners cool and graveV
And she devoid of sense to set her handU2
To scoundrel deeds she could not understandU2
Alas 'tis true and I in vain had triedR2
To soften crime that cannot be deniedR2
And might have labour'd many a tedious verseZ
The latent cause of mischief to rehearseZ
Be it confess'd that long with troubled lookY2
This Trader view'd a huge accompting bookY2
His former marriage for a time delay'dJ
The dreaded hour the present lent its aidJ
But he too clearly saw the evil dayZ
And put the terror by deceit awayZ
Thus by connecting with his sorrows crimeC
He gain'd a portion of uneasy timeC
All this too late the injur'd Lady sawZ
What law had given again she gave to lawZ
His guilt her folly these at once impress'dM2
Their lasting feelings on her guileless breastM2
'Shame I can bear ' she cried 'and wantZ2
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sustainE
But will not see this guilty wretch again '-
For all was lost and he with many a tearR
Confess'd the fault she turning scorn'd to hearA3
To legal claims he yielded all his worthB3
But small the portion and the wrong'd were wrothB3
Nor to their debtor would a part allowC3
And where to live he know not knew not howC3
The Wife a cottage found and thither wentD3
The suppliant man but she would not relentD3
Thenceforth she utter'd with indignant toneE3
'I feel the misery and will feel alone '-
He would turn servant for her sake would keepF3
The poorest school the very streets would sweepF3
To show his love 'It was already shownE3
And her aH2

George Crabbe



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